Published March 24, 2012
"Do you hate me?"
Another surprisingly frank question. As if there was any uncertainty of what his answer was.
He avoided answering by turning it around. "Do you hate me?"
Katara frowned. She didn't answer, either.
Of course they couldn't deny the enmity that still existed between them; but neither of them would acknowledge it, any more than they would acknowledge that they liked these visits.
Their mutual silence held more answers than either of them would have said aloud.